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he loves coming inside, in fact, the only other place he'll come is on your pussy.

it doesn’t matter how you feel, its the only way he knows.

And if he's feeling generous he'll eat both of your cum out of you leaving you squirting and moaning hysterically

he’ll never say he has a breeding kink, but the way he waits for his cock to go limp before pulling out is all you need to know.

T O J I, Gojo, Ushiwaka, Usui, IWAZUMI, eren, Laxus, gajeel (bro has kids alr) Erwin, shinichiro, Geto, YAMI YAMI YAMI, Meliodas, KURAPIKA, Todoroki, ace, shinsou, Terushima, (hear me out but kaido…)

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General Headcanons

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Seirin + GOM reactions to Tattooed!Reader

Selfish - KagaKuro Angst

One Bed!? - Kagami x Manager!Reader

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NSFW Alphabet: Young Johnny Lawrence

Warnings: NSFW

NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Younger Johnny definitely has no clue what aftercare is at first. He's not used to affection and receiving love, over time you'll start to show him how important aftercare is to both of you. After that, his go to aftercare would be making sure you use the bathroom after sex, cleaning you up, then cuddling naked until you both fall asleep.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Your boobs for sure, that's the first thing he looks at, more like gawks at. While in missionary he'll use each hand for each boob to hold on to, he's so gentle because he doesn't want to hurt you.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He doesn't have a preference, although the thought of cumming in you is very appealing to him, he doesn't know what he'd do with a kid while he's a teenager.

D= Dirty Secret (Johnny's dirty secret) Johnny really wants to make love to you in his car, it's a wonder it hasn't happened yet. He wouldn't admit it, but he's kind of nervous to even ask and he doesn't know when or how to approach the topic.

E= Experience (How experienced is Johnny) He definitely doesn't know much especially if you were his first, but he knows a lot from his imagination that he just uses on you. Though he makes it seem like he's more experienced for the first time you both have sex.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Definitely missionary, he's a simple teenage hormonal boy who likes to get the full view of his girl while he makes her take his cock.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Not really, he tends to be more serious during sex, especially if it's a very romantic and intimate moment with you, then he's the opposite of rough or goofy.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Definitely. Johnny will pretty much always have the mindset that it's more manly to have hair down there. But he did experiment when you first got together, he tried shaving incase you decided to have sex or go down on him, but he quickly decided it wasn't for him.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Johnny during the moment) Johnny isn't very romantic, but that doesn't mean he isn't sweet during sex. He cares about his pleasure, but he also has the need to make sure you're taken care of. Now, if it's a special day (anniversary or valentines), then he'll be more romantic. Rose petals around the bed, some pretty candles lit up... if you're both alone at his mom and stepdads house, then he'll even run you both a bubble bath afterwards. He truly cares about you, and while he may have a hard time expressing it, he still tries for you.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Johnny does it all the time, when he's not busy with you or karate of course. But if there's no possible way to get off then he'll get off by the thought of you or some of your Polaroid pictures he has.

K= Kink (How kinky is Johnny) Johnny is not kinky. He's more caring and careful during sex, but there has been moments when he's jealous or angry and he takes it out on you, but he would never hurt you physically. He does like to lightly wrap his hands around your neck, and he loves to slap your ass and dig his nails into your hips while you ride him, but never beyond that.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Johnny's favorite place to have sex is in his room, where no one can distract either of you. He doesn't like the idea of being in public and having sex, but if he needed a quickie or something made him jealous, then that would quickly change.

M= Motivation (What gets Johnny going) Your mouth really gets him going. The way you subtly bite your lip while you're working on homework, or the way your lipgloss makes them more noticeable. It turns him on so much and he can't help but imagine your lips wrapped around his cock.

N= No (A turn off, something Johnny would never do) He would never bring hitting into sex, with how he's treated by his sensei and his step dad, he wouldn't want that pain or trauma inflicted on you, even if you gave him consent to do so.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He loves both, but he loves receiving more because of the way you treat him and how you respect his body. You take care of his wants and he doesn't want that to go away.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Johnny can be both. While he's mainly sweet and sensual in the moment, he can also be very rough and fast. Especially if he sees you around Daniel or any other boy for that matter. He wouldn't tell you who you couldn't hang out with, but he would make it known that he didn't like Daniel talking to you, and if Daniel didn't take the hint, then Johnny would make it known that you were his.

Q= Quickie (Johnny's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He is always up for a quickie, he would never turn one down. Johnny likes to take his time with you, but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you in such a hurry that you can't speak. You could be anywhere and say you were mildly horny, and he would rush you into the nearest bathroom.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) Johnny is definitely a risk taker. If you asked him to try new things then he would for you, but never anything physically harming. You could easily persuade him to do anything for you, except, inflicting physical pain on either of you.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) Johnny can go pretty long, well, he prefers to take his time with you. The most he could last would probably be an hour, with a lot of foreplay leading up to actually fucking.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really. He prefers for you to use him, hence, you to use his mouth and cock how you like. He would never say no to trying toys, but he just likes the feel and taste of you without them.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) Johnny loves to tease you, matter of fact- he constantly does it. He loves to drag out the process, touching you inch by inch, making you beg for his cock before giving you even his fingers. Every time he does it and you whine, he just gives you that same cocky smirk with the comment “what? Can’t take it?”

V= Volume (How loud is Johnny during the moment) Johnny is rarely loud. He gives the occasional grunts, groans, and slight whimpers- but he’s more of a touchy person, so he’d be digging his nails into your hips and grabbing all over you before he’s moaning constantly.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Johnny) Johnny has always wanted to lean you over his motorcycle and fuck you raw. When he’s alone and you’re nowhere to be found, he jerks off to the thought of you letting him fuck you raw as he has you bent over his motorcycle. He doesn’t like the idea of it being so out in the open, but honestly, if you were to say yes, he would lose all self-control.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) Johnny is a solid 6 inches. He’s not too big, but not too small. He has a good girth too, which really adds to it.

Y= Yearning (How high is Johnny's sex drive) His sex drive is pretty high. If you’d let him, he would probably fuck you every day, twice a day. But on the days that he is extremely horny, he cums quicker. Thus, making it easier for him to fuck you multiple times a day.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Johnny fall asleep afterwards) Johnny doesn’t fall asleep right away, he makes sure you’re taken care of before he knocks out. He’ll usually clean you up right after and then hold you close to his chest, rubbing your lower back as you talk about random stuff before finally falling asleep.

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This was like heavily requested soooo here you go!!!

gross!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, piss kink, dubcon!

"baby, i miss u so much"

könig's cock was so deep inside you that you could feel it even in your gut. your legs were on his shoulders and he was on top of you, almost crushing you with his weight.

it had only been 3 days since you had seen each other, but for könig it seemed like an eternity. he missed you and your pussy so much that the first thing he did when he saw you was take you to his room and fuck you like an animal.

"you love how my fat cock opens you up, don't you? my little cumslut"

könig sped up his thrusts, leaving you almost breathless every time his cock hit your cervix. he laid down even further on top of you, crushing you and making his thrusts go deeper. soon he brought his mouth to your neck and began to drool desperately.

"kö, slow down please"

your pleas were in vain, all that mattered to könig now was finishing inside you.

you felt that familiar sensation, his warm, thick load filling you to the point that it was starting to leak out even though könig was still inside you. suddenly, you felt a strange sensation. it was hot and liquid, and it was starting to fill your insides.

you looked at könig, who was looking into your eyes with a smirk. the son of a bitch just pissed INSIDE you.

he laugh softly notices your expression, as if he were a child who had just done something mischievous.

"i'm sorry, i just couldn't help myself. don't be mad at me, please?"

gross!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, piss kink, dubcon!

"baby, i miss u so much"

könig's cock was so deep inside you that you could feel it even in your gut. your legs were on his shoulders and he was on top of you, almost crushing you with his weight.

it had only been 3 days since you had seen each other, but for könig it seemed like an eternity. he missed you and your pussy so much that the first thing he did when he saw you was take you to his room and fuck you like an animal.

"you love how my fat cock opens you up, don't you? my little cumslut"

könig sped up his thrusts, leaving you almost breathless every time his cock hit your cervix. he laid down even further on top of you, crushing you and making his thrusts go deeper. soon he brought his mouth to your neck and began to drool desperately.

"kö, slow down please"

your pleas were in vain, all that mattered to könig now was finishing inside you.

you felt that familiar sensation, his warm, thick load filling you to the point that it was starting to leak out even though könig was still inside you. suddenly, you felt a strange sensation. it was hot and liquid, and it was starting to fill your insides.

you looked at könig, who was looking into your eyes with a smirk. the son of a bitch just pissed INSIDE you.

he laugh softly notices your expression, as if he were a child who had just done something mischievous.

"i'm sorry, i just couldn't help myself. don't be mad at me, please?"

What if reader accidentally got pregnant with Harvick? Of course she was on time with taking the birth control, but this one time seems like it didnt work. And maybe he sniffs it out before she even starts to have the symptoms

Let's say this happens a few years after the pregnant reader fic.

When your period is a few days late, you don't think much of it. After all, you're busy taking care of your squirrelly three-year-old who grows more and more like his stepfather each day. Harvick is the best dad you could have hoped for and treats your child like his very own, taking him out to explore nature, reading him bedtime stories and playing with him to give you time to yourself.

One morning when they are at the store buying groceries, you fix yourself a sandwich and have to run to the bathroom to throw up because of the scent of fried eggs. The possibility that you're pregnant occurs to you then. Oh god. Did you forget to take your birth control? It's safe to say your day is ruined after that. You're going to have to tell Harvick sooner than later, but you decide to wait a little, just to make sure it's not a fluke.

You're definitely pregnant, and it hits you fast. You find yourself wondering if Harvick already knows. Is he acting more cuddly and touching your belly often? Is he being more gentle than usual when you make love because he knows?

One night you're out on a date (with your son staying with your mother for the night) when you drop your fork on the floor and it makes you burst into hormone-induced tears. Harvick takes you back to the car and you blurt out the truth. He starts to laugh, something he does when he's nervous, and you quickly go from tears to annoyed confusion. He soothes you with a gentle kiss.

"I've known for a few weeks, my love, but I didn't know how to tell you. It was driving me crazy."

"You knew before me? But it's so early, I just found out myself," you reply, and then you remember that he's a shifter. He can probably smell the change in your scent.

"I didn't want to scare you," he says softly, his gaze dropping to your belly.

"What do we do?" You ask, because even though he's never voiced it, you know he's unsure of you carrying his cub.

"Whatever you want, my love." He cups your cheek.

"Do you want this baby?"

"More than anything in the world," he says, reaching out to place his warm palm against your belly.

It's too early to feel anything yet, but his eyes glow with warmth. You're out of your seat before you know it, clambering into his lap. Uncomfortable car sex be damned, you need him now.

As it turns out, carrying a shifter baby is like a normal pregnancy on steriods. Harvick has always been the one with a lot of stamina in bed, but you're the one seeking him out multiple times a day now, sneaking in little fuck sessions whenever you can manage. Harvick spends the rest of his free time redecorating the nursery for the little one on the way, and you watch movies and cuddle as a family and talk to your baby bump as it swells.

Harvick is vigilant about seeing the doctor frequently to make sure everything is going well and a few months in, you find out you're having a girl.

@idle-monsters

HAHAHAHAHAHHA

You're an adventurer who has been on the road for days, eventually running out of money. You decide to stop in a town for the night. It's beyond the borderlands, built on neutral territory. That means it's filled with monsters of all kinds. You didn't expect the necklace you bought from that weird old lady would work, but within minutes of your arrival a friendly, patchy dog-hybrid approaches you, his tail wagging hopefully as he extends a gold coin to you.

You accept the coin and he happily pulls you over to some hay bales that have been left out to dry. You lie back against them and let him have what he wants. He can't seem to decide whether he wants to lick your pussy or fuck you, but eventually he presses his leaking cock to your entrance and thrusts into you, whining and panting. He can't help but knot you, pressing more coins into your palm as an apology for the inconvenience as his swollen knot locks inside you.

A naga notices the shimmering necklace around your neck and slithers over curiously. Your cunt is still stuffed full, so you take his money and pull him closer so you can wrap your lips around one pulsing cock, taking the other in your hand. You're loving this. All this time you could have been here, getting fucked by monsters and being paid to do it?

You're so busy with the naga that you don't notice the dog-hybrid is gone until you feel a new sensation against your entrance. Something much larger is nudging you there. You glance up to see a centaur looking down at you, his body already reared up against the hay bale, waiting for your go-ahead. He has a whole bag of coins with him. Uh-oh...

@idle-monsters

Can u guys say something nice about his tummy he’s getting self conscious ☹️🥺

Drafts I left as short fics

Horny thoughts 🔥🔥

I'm thinking of making these a series since I have so many in my drafts.

Each fic will have a different LI

You had known for a while of the hidden camera in your living room, you were a skilled hunter after all, but you simply ignored it, pretending not to notice his constant surveillance.

But not today, today you turned around and glared directly at the camera, eyes narrowing with fury "You're watching, aren't you?" you hissed through gritted teeth "Even now, even after everything, you just can't help yourself."

You stepped closer to the camera, face filling the frame. "I hope having me followed at work was worth it," you spat bitterly, voice dripping with venom. "Because I thought I made myself clear a few weeks ago. But you just won't listen. You always think you know best."

You turned away from the camera and walked into your bedroom, the weight of your thoughts and emotions dragging at your shoulders. You wanted to scream, to rage at Caleb for his controlling ways.

But this was something he wouldn't be able to control, a step too far even for his obsessive, protective nature. Your cheeks flushed hotly at the thought, but before you could lose your nerve, you walked to the drawer beside your bed and pulled out a small vibrator.

You knew, with bone deep certainty, that this moment would change everything between you and Caleb. You had been dancing around this for years, your feelings for each other a tango of longing glances, accidental touches, and unspoken words. Neither of you had been brave enough to take that final, irrevocable step, until now.

Holding it tightly, you walked back out to the living room, standing in front of the camera with your heart pounding in your chest. You knew Caleb would be watching, his eyes glued to the screen, trying to make sense of your sudden boldness.

You took a deep breath and slowly slid your pants down your legs, letting them pool on the floor. Your heart raced as you sat down on the couch, the leather cool against your bare skin. With a trembling hand, you reached under the waistband of your panties, feeling the heat of your own arousal as your fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh.

Suddenly your phone buzzed with an incoming message. You glanced down at the screen, seeing Caleb's name flashing urgently. You opened the message, eyes widening as you read the words:

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!" it blazed on the screen, the capital letters glaring accusingly. 

With a smirk playing on your lips and a casual flick of your wrist, you tossed the phone carelessly to the side, the soft thud barely registering over the pounding of your heartbeat.

Your fingers continued their explorations, grazing teasingly over your clit as you imagined Caleb watching, his eyes glued to the screen, his jaw clenched in frustration. You could almost feel his gaze burning into you, his breath coming in sharp, angry gasps.

Slowly, you reached for the small vibrator, switching it on with a soft hum. The buzzing sound filled the room, you opened your legs a bit more and tugged your panties to the side, careful to obscure his view of your most intimate place while still giving him a tantalizing peek.

With your finger working your clit and your vibrator inside you the heat started building rapidly, your body responding to the forbidden thrill of being watched. You knew you were pushing Caleb to his limits, and yet you couldn't stop.

The phone rang insistently, Caleb's name flashing on the screen as he tried desperately to reach you, but you ignored it, too lost in the building pleasure. Just as you teetered on the brink, your body trembling with impending release you slowed your movements and with a breathless gasp tugged your shirt over your head. Your breasts bounced free, nipples straining against the thin fabric of your bra. The cool air kissed your heated skin, making them pebble and tighten further.

Just as the first wave of ecstasy began to crash over you, you grabbed your shirt and in one swift motion tossed it over the hidden camera. The fabric draped down, obscuring you from Caleb's eyes, a final act of defiance.

Your body shuddered and clenched, a scream tore from your throat. "Caleb!" Your moans echoed through the room, and you knew he would hear you, that he would know the effect his obsession had on you, even if he couldn't see the proof of your pleasure.

You gasped and panted, riding out the aftershocks as they coursed through you. You had never felt so deliciously, wonderfully alive. And you knew, somehow, that this was only the beginning of the war between you.

Your message had been delivered, your challenge thrown down. Now, you could only wait and wonder how Caleb would respond and little did you know, his reaction would be far more intense than you could ever imagine...

Sweet , just like honey.(M!Rover x reader!)

This is a request from my poll , so yeah!

Sweet , just like honey.

You love the addiction, the male you saw down the streets , he was quite the man , bright amber eyes, a slender physique.

He even saved the Midnight General , now you have to give him a warm greeting and hold him in a high regards .

You would do so anyways , he saved you from a Tacet Discord anyway , so you pray to the gods above to bless him since he’s helped so many .

The day that he saved you , you were only gathering herbs , for your mother was sick and she requested some tea .

She forgot to mention the fact that the tea leaves she wanted were in an area that was filled to the brim with Tacet Discords.

So when you went to the small pond where he herbs were located, you didn’t except to see the large distorted figure looming over you.

You screamed in fright at the top of your lungs when you felt a large hand be placed on your shoulder . You turned to see a pale white monster looking down at you but instead of tearing you apart . It instead pats your head gently.

You stare at it with fear , think that it would try to rip your head off but no , it reverts back to normal and you see a black haired male looked down at you .

This guy was handsome . To the point your sure you would gotten a nose bleed just by looking at him .

Before you even spoke , he kneeled down and sort of … gave you a warm kiss on the forehead before disappearing off into the forest .

Ever since that day , you’ve been stalking him all around the city and offering your help if he needs anything .

Nothing was the same again , your thoughts were filled with that males face . How with amber eyes seemed to glow at times . How his body was so slim….

But little did you know , before you met the rover , he knew you first before that .

He saw you among the stalls of food , munching on grilled fish , and then at the flower stall , looking at a few foxgloves .

Soon he found out everything about you , your favorite flower, color , and food .

He’s obsessed with you , and you’re obsessed with him . You both fell in love with each other soon enough .

Quite the match huh? Perfect for each other .

And that’s the end! Bit Yandere though.

x-02 x mc x colonel

(uncensored ver. on boosty)

repost because the first post was banned by tumblr

self aware!m!rover x fem!reader

For a long time he felt alone, until you came along. The moment he could sense you take control of some of his movements and dialogue, he felt ... at peace. It was a feeling that he had been longing for.

He wasn't alone when he was traveling now, he didn't have to worry about companions that would come and go, and most importantly you would remain a constant during his journey, well, until he felt someone else take control.

He knew this person, your brother, you had complained about frequently when he would get on your nerves.

"Don't change my builds, ok? I just got Rover how I want him."

"You still main rover," your brother sounded surprised and a bit teasing as he moved rover around on the screen, much to Rover's dismay.

"He's my favorite character!"

"And here i thought it was Jiyan," your brother stated as he moved to a group of enemies.

Rover could see and hear your hesitation as your brother pressed down on the attack button.

"Well, Jiyan is pretty cool too," you muttered.

And rover could understand, to be honest, he always felt like he was competing for your attention anytime the general showed up on screen.

But moving on, Rover was starting to get tired of your brother. He didn't have the skills as you did. You were always careful to dodge and make sure a hit never landed on him, but your brother played with reckless abandon to the point that Rover's hp bar only a third full.

"Whatever you say, sis- Ow! The fuck?!"

He dropped the controller as you frowned and picked it up.

"What is it?"

"Your damn controller shocked me!"

Your brother rubbed his hand as he stood up to go "nurse" his hand. But you didn't see anything wrong with it anyway.

You rolled your eyes, "what a baby."

Turning to the screen, you hit the map button to teleport so Rover could be at full health.

Rover was glad you were in control again.

Hii can i request lad boys fake being drunk to get a reaction/pampered by reader who is difficult at showing emotions, but got soft after seeing them drunk?

uhhhh honestly i only wanted to write rafayel for this LMAO hes the only one i can see faking being drunk to do this so im only writing him for this sorry :(( not the others bc i just. my brain wont process it :((

Rafayel's eyes stared you at, a little unfocused in a way you were attributing to the alcohol. He knows he's just pretending but he also knows he's damn good at acting, He rests his head on his forearm and stares up at you with a look that's equal parts affectionate and bleary. Perfect.

You don't really say anything but he knows you've fallen for it when you sit up and start replacing his alcohol with water and trying to get him to eat something more than the snacks he was lightly picking at. He didn't even really drink that much but when you pull a blanket off his couch to wrap around his shoulders he can't stop the way his heart races at the soft show of affection.

He'll never tell you that whenever he does this he's fully aware of the fact that you think he's too drunk to remember anything. He doesn't want to abuse the trust you have for him so this will be his dirty little secret. He adores being able to just lean up against you and say nonsense that you actually respond to this time instead of ignoring, not wanting to make him sob dramatically as he did once before when he was wasted.

He only wishes you felt more comfortable showing him this side of yourself when he was sober, but he also is more than happy to let you show him the parts of you slowly over time. He'll wait patiently for that day to come but for now he'll enjoy how you're letting him put his head in your lap as you awkwardly try to show him more physical affection than you're used to.

Im just thinking about something serpentine or snake like deciding my human body is the perfect warm and humid environment to host its clutch of eggs. It constricting around its chosen host in a tight coil and the width of it alone forcing your legs open and keeping them open with more force than a spreader bar could ever hope to achieve. Thick, oblong and fat eggs being deposited into your body one by one, popping through your forcibly dilated cervix while youre hardly able to breathe from the weight of the massive serpent using your holes for its many young.

Imagine getting oral from the monster under your bed.

Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.

It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.

You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.

You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.

One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum hard, shuddering as the monster draws out your orgasm. It lets you go, but you have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a strange relationship.

Size difference >>>

Bred By A Merman

Pairing: Merman Husband X Reader

Warnings: Sex, Breeding Kink, Oviposition, Breeding With Eggs, Stomach Bulge

Imagine telling your merman husband you are ready to have his babies. His excitement is written all over his face, and he couldn’t be happier. He has you naked and on his cock within seconds. His slick cock thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace. Your upper back rests upon the ledge of the floor of your little cave, your lower body wrapped around him in the water as he pounds your cunt mercilessly. 

You’ve already cum twice before his thrusts start becoming desperate and uneven. You had never thought to ask how mermen breed their females, but looking back, you realize you probably should have. As you feel slick eggs pump out of his cock you can’t help but moan at the new sensation. He groans as he keeps cumming, pumping egg after egg into your already full pussy.

Each new egg is pushed into your womb by his long cock, and you already feel so full. His arms keep you caged in place as you writhe and moan beneath him. He shifts one of his hands to grab yours, moving them down to your lower abdomen and pressing down. Your lower stomach is distended and getting fuller by the second. 

You pant and clench around your husband’s cock as your body adjusts to the eggs. He finally slows and gives one last deep thrust, making sure all his eggs are locked tight in your womb. He pulls out, and you whine slightly. He chuckles and pulls you into his arms and the water, shifting to hold you bridal style. You lean your head on his shoulder, watching him marvel at your swollen belly. 

“Take a nap, darling. Mermen breeding can go on for days. We won’t stop until we physically can’t fill you anymore,” he says, cradling your body close to his. Even though you feel full, you can’t wait for him to breed you again.

PAIRINGS. . . sylus x reader

CW. . . suggestive, he lets you ride his motorcycle for the first time

you squealed the second the engine purred under you.

the vibration, the power, the sheer coolness of it—you couldn't stop grinning if you tried. “oh my god. sylus. sylus. i’m on your bike. i’m riding your bike right now.”

he was behind you, legs bracketing yours, hands resting on your hips like it was second nature. he laughed—low and smooth.

“don’t wreck it, baby,” he murmured against your ear. “i just tuned her.”

your heart was beating too fast. some of it was adrenaline. some of it was the fact that his voice was practically dripping down your spine.

“i won’t!” you chirped, way too giddy to notice how tightly you were gripping the handlebars. “i’m gonna be soooo good to her.”

“i know you will,” he said, his hands sliding down your thighs before casually guiding them into position. “you look so good up here, i might never ride solo again.”

you were flying down the open road, wind in your hair, engine growling beneath you like something alive. you could feel every subtle shift in the bike—and every subtle shift of sylus behind you.

his chest pressed flush to your back. his hands loose at your hips, fingertips dipping occasionally, like he was reminding himself you were right there. and your ass? firmly nestled against him with every little bounce, every lean, every stretch forward—it was impossible not to feel how he reacted.

you shifted just a little on purpose—like, barely—and you felt his hands tightened.

“you’re doin’ that on purpose,” he said, smirking. you didn’t have to see it to feel it.

“doin’ what?” you asked innocently, gasping a little when you hit a small bump and your whole body bounced, ass pressing back into his lap with a little too much intention.

that earned a growl. real and low and hot.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “you keep grinding back like that, and we’re gonna have to pull over.”

you laughed—breathless, dizzy with speed and power and the feel of him so close behind you. “you said i could ride,” you teased, half-turning your head.

“i said you could ride the bike,” he shot back, his voice rougher now, fingertips dragging up your sides. “not me.”

snow day

Happy Birthday 🥳🥳🥳

step three. continue to take off the intrigue

How do the LADS men react when they catch you reading smut. 🫣 Part 5

TW: Smut

Part 1 (Xavier)

Part 2 (Caleb)

Part 3 (Sylus)

Part 4 (Zayne)

You were sitting curled up on your couch, having resorted to losing yourself in the pages of romance novels over the last couple of weeks. Rafayel had been away on a work trip, leaving you with an emptiness that you tried to fill with the printed words and the promise of happily ever afters.

The book was just the kind you always liked, romance with some smut. Every time you stumbled across an oral sex scene, your fingers would linger, tracing the words and marking the page with a dog eared corner. It was a habit born out of a desperate need to overwrite the bitter memory of your past lover's words.

You could still hear his voice echoing in your mind, feel the cold sting of his criticism. The first time he had gone down on you, his nose had wrinkled in disgust. "I don't like the smell," he had muttered, pulling away and leaving you craving his touch. The taste, he had said with a grimace, was even worse. Those words had haunted you, making you question your own desire, your own worth.

You sighed softly, your fingers stilling on the page as you lost yourself in thought, remembering the few times Rafayel had tried to worship you with his mouth. Each time, you had pulled him up, stopping him mid motion, a flush of embarrassment painting your cheeks. You could never bring yourself to give him a reason why, too ashamed to admit the truth.

Rafayel had never pushed, always respecting your boundaries even as confusion clouded his eyes. He probably thought you simply didn't enjoy the act, that the idea of his head between your thighs left you cold. If only he knew the truth, that it was the exact opposite. The thought of his tongue exploring your folds, his lips sealing around your aching clit, made your core clench with need.

You shifted on the couch, your body growing warm as arousal began to course through your veins. The book forgotten as your mind drifted to fantasies of Rafayel's mouth on you, his hands gripping your hips as he feasted on your dripping sex. You wanted to fist your hands in his purple hair, wanted to grind your pussy against his face until you found your release.

A soft whimper escaped your lips at the thought, your thighs clenching together as you felt your panties growing damp. You were embarrassed by your own desire, ashamed of how much you craved the feeling of Rafayel's mouth on you.

Unable to focus on the words on the page any longer, you snapped the book shut, the spine creaking softly as you closed it. Rising from the couch, you placed the book on the small wooden table beside the lamp and made your way to the bathroom to shower, footsteps echoing in the empty apartment. Rafayel would be home in a few hours, and already your body was singing with anticipation, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.

The water ran over your skin, washing away the lingering traces of your desire. But even as the heat soaked into your muscles, you couldn't shake the ache between your thighs, the constant hunger that only Rafayel could satisfy.

You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering closed. You bit your lower lip, a soft moan escaping you as you imagined him carrying you out of the bathroom, your naked body on full display as he brought you to the bedroom. You could almost feel his mouth on your breasts, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

Suddenly you jumped slightly at the sound of Rafayel's voice, a thrill running down your spine at the realization that he was home. You hadn't expected him to be back so soon, figuring you still had a bit more time before his return.

"Just a moment, I'm finishing up in the shower!" you called out, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt. Inside, your heart was racing, your body already responding to the mere sound of his voice.

You quickly finished rinsing the shampoo from your hair, the scent of vanilla and honey filling the steamy air. Turning off the taps, you stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around your body.

Back in your room you picked a simple sundress, the soft fabric falling to just above your knees. It was a dress you knew he liked, one that made his gaze linger on the way it hugged your curves.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you stepped out of your room, your bare feet sinking into the plush carpet of the hallway. You could hear Rafayel moving around in the living room, the soft clink of glass on glass telling you he was likely pouring himself a drink.

You paused for a moment, gathering your courage before stepping into the living room. Rafayel stood with his back to you, pouring a measure of amber liquid into a tumbler. He was dressed in a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of dark slacks that hugged his sculpted ass.

"Welcome," you said softly, stepping further into the room. "I'm glad you're back early." You couldn't help the way your voice wavered slightly.

The moment Rafayel turned to face you, his striking blue and pink eyes locked onto yours, they immediately darkened with a hunger that made your breath catch in your throat and in an instant, he was across the room, his long strides eating up the distance between you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his firm chest. His eyes raked over your face, taking in every detail, the flush on your cheeks, the way your lips parted slightly as if in invitation. They drifted lower, lingering on the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts beneath the thin fabric of your sundress. You could feel the heat of his gaze like a physical caress, your skin tingling in its wake.

"God, I've missed you," he breathed, before lowering his head and capturing your lips in a kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the pent up longing and desire of the time you've spent apart, a kiss that spoke of a hunger that could only be sated by the feel of your body against his.

His lips moved over yours, his tongue delving into the warmth of your mouth to tangle with your own. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue, the smoky flavor mingling with the sweetness of his own unique taste.

His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The other hand on your waist tightened, pressing your soft curves against the hard planes of his body until you could feel every inch of him, from his sculpted chest to the growing bulge in his pants. He kissed you until you were breathless, until your head was spinning and your knees felt weak. He kissed you until you were clinging to him, your fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself against the storm of sensation he was unleashing.

"We can't... not right now, cutie," he said, his tone laced with regret . "Finish getting ready. I'm taking you back to my house, I have something I want to show you."

You nodded, your body still tingling from Rafayel's intense kiss and touch. With a soft sigh, you stepped back and made your way to your room to finish getting ready. As you walked away, you could feel his eyes on you, trailing over your curves, lingering on the sway of your hips as you moved. 

In your room, you quickly finished what you had started, brushing out your damp hair until it fell in soft waves around your shoulders. You slipped on a pair of cute, strappy sandals that showed off the delicate arches of your feet and painted nails. A quick swipe of mascara, a dab of gloss on your lips, and you were ready.

You took a deep breath before stepping back out into the living room, finding Rafayel exactly where you had left him, seated on the couch, one long leg crossed over the other as he sipped his drink.

Your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the book was no longer on the side table where you had left it, but instead resting on the couch cushion next to Rafayel. A wave of embarrassment washed over you a deep blush spreading across your face

You hoped with every fiber of your being that Rafayel hadn't flipped through the pages, hadn't seen the dog eared corners marking the scenes you found particularly...stimulating. The thought of him reading them, perhaps even catching a glimpse of the words describing the intimate acts you secretly longed to experience with him, made your core clench and your heart race.

Trying to play it cool, you casually made your way over to the couch, stopping a respectable distance away from where Rafayel was seated. "Ready to go?" you asked.

"I'm more than ready," Rafayel murmured, his voice smooth like velvet. In one fluid motion, he downed the last of his drink, the glass clinking softly as he set it back down on the table. Rising to his feet, he towered over you, his tall body casting a shadow that made you feel small and feminine in comparison.

Without warning, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a teasing kiss. It was a mere brush of his mouth against yours and before you could even react, he was pulling away, his hand slipping down to the small of your back as he guided you out of the apartment.

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As you stepped through the doorway of Rafayel's house, suddenly finding yourself swept up into his arms, you let out a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a fit of giggles. "Rafayel!" you squealed, instinctively looping your arms around his neck to steady yourself. "Put me down! I can walk just fine on my own."

Despite your protests, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through you at being held so effortlessly in Rafayel's muscular arms. He carried you bridal style, your dress riding up slightly to reveal a peek of your smooth, bare thighs. 

Rafayel grinned at your laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made your heart flutter. "But I want to carry you," he insisted playfully, giving you a little squeeze as he held you close to his chest. "Buuuuuut, don't ever expect me to give you a piggyback ride, it will only make me look like a sea turtle" he teased, making you laugh even harder.

As Rafayel carried you into the living room, your laughter faded, replaced by a sudden gasp of surprise as you took in the romantic scene before you. The table was set for a fancy dinner, complete with a crisp white tablecloth, gleaming china, and a vase of fresh roses as a centerpiece.

But what caught your eye and made your cheeks flush a deep, telling pink was the painting hung on the wall behind the table. It was a stunning portrait of yourself, captured in a moment of unguarded joy and laughter. Your eyes sparkled, your lips were curved in a radiant smile, and your hair danced around your face as if caught in a soft breeze. The painting was breathtaking, his skills evident in every brushstroke.

"Rafayel..." you breathed, a mix of emotions clogging your throat. "When did you... how did you...?" You were at a loss for words, deeply touched that he had not only thought to create such a romantic setting for your dinner but had also painted your portrait and displayed it so prominently in his home.

Your heart raced as you met Rafayel's gaze, seeing the love and adoration shining in his eyes. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you blinked rapidly to keep them at bay. "It's... it's wonderful," you managed to say, your voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Rafayel. 

"Puh-lease, you deserve much more than this" He said as he carried you closer to the table, letting you take in the romantic scene. "But I wanted to start by showing you, in my own way, how much you mean to me"

He set you down gently on your feet, keeping his arms around your waist as he looked into your eyes. The portrait loomed behind him, the painted version of you smiling down at the two of you, a silent witness to this intimate moment.

"Please, have a seat," he said softly, pulling the chair out for you like a true gentleman.

As you settled into the plush seat, he pushed the chair in, his hands coming to rest lightly on your shoulders. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head before stepping around to take his own seat across from you.

As you both savored the delicious meal, Rafayel talked about his trip, painting a vivid picture of the places he'd seen and the people he'd met. He spoke of the beautiful landscapes, the fascinating art he'd admired, and the new techniques he'd learned, all while his eyes never left yours.

As the plates were cleaned and the wine glasses drained, Rafayel set down his napkin and rose from his seat. "It's time for dessert," he announced with a playful grin, turning to head towards the kitchen.

As he walked back to the table, he stumbled slightly, his hands both occupied with holding two small, beautifully decorated cakes.

Instinctively, you jumped up to help, not wanting him to struggle alone. "Let me help you," you offered, hurrying over to where he stood, trying to regain his balance. As you approached, Rafayel lost his grip on one of the cakes, watching in horror as it tumbled to the floor with a soft thud.

"Oh, damn it," he cursed under his breath, his brow furrowing in frustration. But before he could bend down to clean up the mess, you were already on your knees, carefully gathering the pieces and setting them aside.

"Hand me that napkin..."

Suddenly you felt Rafayel's hands slip under your armpits. Before you could react, he was lifting you effortlessly to your feet, his fingers splaying across your back.

Startled, you let out a soft gasp as Rafayel began to walk you backwards to the table, his eyes darkening with a hunger that made your skin prickle.

With a gentle push of his hand, he swept the empty plates and cutlery aside, clearing a space on the table in front of where he stood. Your heart raced as you realized his intention, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the thought of what he had in mind. "Rafayel," you whispered, surprise and anticipation coloring your voice. But any further protests were silenced as he sat you on the edge of the table.

He stepped between your legs, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, his fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh. There was a small, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I have a different kind of dessert in mind," His hands slid slowly up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your sundress higher and higher until the cool air kissed the bare skin beneath. "And trust me, cutie... Im going to love every single bite."

Rafayel sat back down in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly spread your legs apart, revealing more of your smooth skin.

As he leaned in closer, his face was hovering inches from your knee when you suddenly clenched your thighs together.

Rafayel paused, his hands still in between your thighs as he tilted his head to the side, his expression a mix of curiosity "Wait," he said softly, "How is it that you have no problem reading such...delicious filthy things in your books, but when I want to make them a reality for you, you suddenly get all shy?"

He leaned back slightly, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he studied your face, trying to understand the contradiction in your behavior. 

You took a deep, shaky breath, your cheeks burning with a fierce blush as you tried to find the right words. The truth hung heavily on your tongue, but you knew you could no longer hide from Rafayel, not when he was looking at you like that.

"Rafayel, I... I don't taste good down there," you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. Embarrassed, you turned your face away from him, unable to meet his gaze as you confessed your insecurity. "I'm sorry, I just... I don't want you to think that I'm not appreciative of what you want to do. It's just..."

Before you could finish your confession, Rafayel's deep, rumbling voice cut through the air, "How do you know that?" he asked, his thumbs pausing their gentle circles on your thighs as he waited for your answer.

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to bring up an ex-boyfriend while in the midst of this intimate moment with Rafayel. But seeing no alternative, you took a deep breath and replied softly, "A guy I was seeing before you... he told me that."

Rafayel let out a soft laugh at your words "Oh, so it was one of those boys, huh?" he mused, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

At the sound of his laughter, you found yourself turning back to face him, your curiosity piqued. As your gaze met his, you were struck by the sudden intensity of his eyes, they blazed with a mix of amusement, affection, and a hint of something else.

Rafayel's hand slid slowly up your thigh, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, y/n ," he murmured "I want to do absolutely filthy things to you, especially to this cute little cunt of yours."

As he spoke those dirty words, his hand reached the hem of your dress, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to brush against the damp lace of your panties. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, could sense the way your body responded to his touch, even through the thin barrier of your underwear.

"But only if you let me," Rafayel purred, as he gazed deeply into your eyes. At the same time, he gently tugged your panties to the side and sank a single finger inside you, feeling your walls clench around the sudden intrusion. He groaned softly at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savored the feeling of your heat around his finger.

"And if you like what I'm about to do..." Rafayel said, his finger slowly pumping in and out of your tight cunt, "I won't be able to stop at just once. I'll need to taste you again and again until you are dripping down my chin.

He slowly pulled his glistening finger from your pussy, a low groan escaping his lips as he took in the sight of your arousal coating it and without a word, he brought his hand up to your mouth, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Open your mouth cutie ," he commanded softly, the tip of his finger brushing against your lower lip, smearing your arousal there. "Taste yourself on me. Taste how sweet and delicious you are."

You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought of tasting your own arousal. But the hunger in his eyes was impossible to ignore, his intense gaze daring you to comply with his command.

With a shaky breath, you parted your lips, allowing his finger to slip into your mouth. The moment it touched your tongue, you could taste the evidence of your desire, the faintly sweet and slightly musky flavor exploding across your taste buds. It was a new and intense experience, one that sent a shiver of excitement down your spine as you swirled your tongue around his finger.

Unable to hold back any longer, Rafayel acted on his primal instincts and in one swift motion, he bunched up the hem of your dress and brought the fabric to your lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "Here, hold this for me," his voice was thick with lust. "Bite down on it."

You reluctantly clamped your teeth onto the fabric, the action exposed your covered cunt to his hungry eyes, the damp lace clinging to you like a second skin.

He grabbed your hips, his strong hands gripping you possessively as he gently pulled you to the edge of the table. You gasped softly as he suddenly bent your right leg, exposing you even further to his greedy eyes. A shiver ran through you when he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

He didn't dive in immediately, teasing you with a trail of soft kisses. His lips suckled at the delicate skin near your knee, his tongue darting out to taste you, to leave a path of fire in its wake. Slowly, torturously, he worked his way up your thigh, inching closer and closer to your center.

"Rafayel..." you whimpered around the fabric stuffed in your mouth, your hips writhing with anticipation. 

Rafayel continued sucking dark hickeys into the soft skin of your inner thigh, marking you as his. Each one sent jolts of electricity zipping through your nervous system, making you squirm and gasp.

Just as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of the sensations, Rafayel lifted his head and a breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt the ghost of his breath skating across your cunt. Instinctively, you tried to clamp your thighs together, but Rafayel was too quick, his hands gripped your knees, holding them firmly apart as he gazed at your glistening folds, barely concealed by the damp lace of your panties. "Don't hide from me, my cute miss bodyguard, I want to see all of you, taste all of you."

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against the damp fabric as he inhaled deeply, taking in your intoxicating scent. "Fuck, you smell divine," he groaned.

You felt Rafayel hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties, the damp lace clinging to your sensitive flesh. With a sharp tug, he yanked them down your legs, the scrap of fabric sliding over your skin and baring your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," Rafayel growled "So fucking wet and ready for me. I've barely touched you and you're already dripping."

Instead of immediately giving in to the urge to devour you whole, Rafayel paused. He trailed his fingers lightly through your folds, feeling the hot, silky evidence of your arousal coating his digits. Slowly, teasingly, he circled your entrance with the pad of his thumb, applying a delicious pressure that made your walls clench and flutter eagerly.

You let out a soft whimper, your body aching for more of his touch. Rafayel looked up at you "Patience my petite artiste," he murmured as the rough pad of his thumb pressed against the swollen nub, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. At the same time, he slipped two long, thick fingers deep inside you, curling them just so to brush against that special spot that made you see stars.

You gasped and writhed beneath his touch, your body overwhelmed with the intense sensations. An arm flung over your eyes as you surrendered to the feeling, your breath coming in sharp, quick pants. Soft mewls and whimpers escaping as Rafayel worked you over with skilled fingers. Drool was beginning to soak the fabric you had been biting down on.

You could feel the heat of his breath puffing against your dripping folds, could sense how close his handsome face was to your core. The knowledge that he wasn't repulsed, that he wanted to taste you, to consume you, only heightened your arousal. Your juices flowed freely, coating his fingers and dripping down onto the table beneath you.

As you felt your climax building, your body tensing and coiling like a spring ready to snap, Rafayel changed his tactic. Just as you were on the edge of ecstasy, he dragged his tongue along your slit. The sensation was electric, sending pleasure shooting up your spine.

He started at your entrance, his tongue delving between your folds, lapping up the slick arousal that coated them. He groaned at the taste of you, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh and pushing you even closer.

You cried out, your voice echoing through the room as Rafayel's lips closed around your clit. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white as you clung to it for dear life. The fabric you had been biting down on fell from your lips, leaving Rafayel under the skirt of your dress.

"Oh god—" you gasped, your words dissolving into a strangled moan as he sucked even harder on your clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

Your hips jerked and bucked, trying to grind against his face, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. The feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, combined with the thrust of his fingers pumping in and out of you was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"Oh fuck—" you panted, pulling your dress back, hands tangling in his hair as you held him against you, not wanting him to stop. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his fingers, growing tighter and tighter as your climax rapidly approached.

Rafayel!" you screamed, your voice breaking as the first waves of your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shuddered, juices gushing from your spasming cunt to flood his mouth and chin. Your hands gripped his hair harder, simultaneously pulling him closer and pushing him away as you rode out the crest of your climax.

A final moan tore from your throat as the last waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you feeling boneless. When your eyes fluttered open, you found Rafayel looking at you, his face glistening with your juices. He wore a smug, satisfied smirk as he took in the sight of you, wrecked by the force of your orgasm.

"Well?" he asked before he licked his lips, savoring your taste. 

Suddenly, tears began to stream down your cheeks, your emotions running high from the intense experience. Rafayel's expression immediately shifted to one of concern as he took in your sudden distress. He gently removed his fingers from your core and brushed the tears from your face with his thumb, his brow furrowed in worry.

"Cutie, what's wrong?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern. "Did I hurt you somehow? I'm so sorry if I did..."

He trailed off as he noticed the way your shoulders shook with silent sobs, confusion etched across his face. Just then, a small hiccup escaped your lips, followed by a choked laugh.

"I can't believe I've been missing out on this all this time. Why did I wait so long to let you do that?"

Rafayel blinked in surprise at your words, then let out a deep, rumbling laugh. He shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Oh, cutie," he chuckled, his thumb brushing away another stray tear. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you never have to go without again."

sitting in sakura's lap, grinding your pussy against him until your lower halves are slick and syrupy and you're both boneless with pleasure. he looks so good, bangs damp with sweat, heterochromia eyes taking in every inch of your body. "you're so handsome, haru," you tell him, and just like you thought he would, he groans and slots his cock between your gummy folds, hand like a vice on your hip as your pussy clenches above him. you barely have to move before he slips inside you, the sucking wet heat of your cunt a welcome inferno. " "you always make me feel so good," you pant into his neck, and only seconds later, he's babbling out an apology and shooting ropes of cum against your cervix

Has anyone ever written about Caleb mid sexy time getting worried that his dogtag will hit you in the face while he's on top so instead of putting it away moving the pendant to his back every few minutes, he'll just use it to tie your wrists together? 😔